Dark Intentions - Charlotte Byrd Page 0,25
with your husbands?" I ask.
"Long enough.” The flight attendant nods.
"Are they interested in joining us?" I ask.
The flight attendant shakes her head and the actress takes a sip of her martini.
“So, is that what you girls do? You come here, pick up a strange man, and take him to the back?"
"Yes, while our husbands do the same," they say, licking their lips.
I consider that for a moment. That wouldn’t exactly be my cup of tea if I were married, but I'm not the one who's married to them.
"Okay. Let's go," I say, narrowing my eyes.
They're pretty and fun and look like they could be a nice romp in the sack, which is kind of exactly what I'm looking for after a stressful workday.
I take one by the hand and place the other one's arm around my waist.
The three of us walk past the dance floor, and their husbands smile with approval in our direction while kissing on two voluptuous brunettes, who have their hands on their cocks.
When I get to the back room with the women, my hands immediately start to run up and down their curves, and they each kiss me on my neck.
I can tell that they're comfortable with one another.
I haven't been in this position in a while. As the lights dim and we make our way over to the bed, my thoughts return to Jacqueline.
She doesn't know that I have been following her.
She doesn't know that it wasn't an accident that we met at Redemption back in New York.
She can never know.
I thought that if we were together once, everything would be fine.
I'd get this out of my system and I could move on with my life, but in reality, it added fuel to the fire.
Now, everything in me burns for her, and even being here in this room with these two gorgeous women. It isn't enough to take my mind away.
"I'm sorry. I can't." I pull away, suddenly realizing how pathetic I am.
They're surprised.
I'm lying on my back, and they're lying on either side of me running their fingers up and down my body.
One of them kisses me again, playing with my earlobe. "Come on, baby. Stay. You can just watch."
"Yeah, we need you," the other whispers. "We don't get to come here often. Once every three months is the only time that we can play. You don't want to ruin our evening, do you?"
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to find another guy," I say, shaking my head and sitting up.
I find my shirt on the floor, buckle my pants, and check to see if my wallet, keys, and phone are still inside.
"This has nothing to do with you. You two are gorgeous. Breathtaking. You're going to make some guy feel incredibly lucky."
I walk out the door before I can change my mind.
Even a week ago, this wouldn't have happened. I would have had a good time, enjoying myself, got a little too drunk after, and then flew off to my next work assignment without a second thought.
I like this system and this routine, just like I like all of my other routines. It gives me something comforting to look forward to, something to put me at ease.
But then I went to The Redemption Club in New York and I saw her there, everything changed.
It was supposed to be a visit just like any other, and that was the last place that I thought I would find her.
I've watched her troll the bars. I watch her go home with different guys, worried that they might take advantage of her, but she was never that intoxicated, and she seemed to know what she was doing. She was there looking for the same thing that they were looking for.
But then when I saw her at Redemption, everything changed. The world tilted on its axis.
How did she find out about this place? Why is she here? Is it just a coincidence?
I wanted to talk to her, so I asked her to dance, and then my body took over.
Everything that I knew was the right thing to do in my head I couldn't make myself do. She has no idea about my past, and she thought that it was just a casual meeting like any other, except of course it wasn't.
As soon as I'd seen her, I knew that we had to be together, and when I touched her hand and our bodies ground against each other’s on the dance floor, I knew that I had to feel her